i
the
weak mountain
sent it's pale blue streaks
into the river
she accepted by
sneaking them
to their
final breath
in
the
sea
ii
fire
two years
of drought
tear
the source of rain
in twain
the water witches dance like
dervishs turn and toss
for the wine
on
your
table
iii
the fabrics
of the other side
slashed by
a single syllable of
lightning
the clouds cover
the
abashed
face
of
Venus
iiii
press
the world's
face to the glass
and all it sees
is a mirror
an enormous eye
staring
toward
God
his blue muscles ripple
the tsunami spoils
for a fight
the
golden
spires
engulfed in
wet
flame
soulsurvivor
(c) 6/4/2015
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:41 AM UTC
i
the
weak mountain
sent it's pale blue streaks
into the river
she accepted by
sneaking them
to their
final breath
in
the
sea
ii
fire
two years
of drought
tear
the source of rain
in twain
the water witches dance like
dervishs turn and toss
for the wine
on
your
table
iii
the fabrics
of the other side
slashed by
a single syllable of
lightning
the clouds cover
the
abashed
face
of
Venus
iiii
press
the world's
face to the glass
and all it sees
is a mirror
an enormous eye
staring
toward
God
his blue muscles ripple
the tsunami spoils
for a fight
the
golden
spires
engulfed in
wet
flame
soulsurvivor
(c) 6/4/2015
nature takes by force
what is not given
resistance is futile
all the works of man
are as bacterium to a
Tyrantesaurus Rex
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